Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 3. 5. “I Will Be Brave for Thee”
I will be brave for thee, dear heart; for thee My boasted bravery forego. I will For thee be wise, or lose my little skill; Coward or brave; wise, foolish; bond or free. No grievous cost in anything I see That brings thee bliss, or only keeps thee, still, In painless peace. So Heaven thy cup but fill, Be empty mine unto eternity! Come to me, Love, and let me touch thy face! Lean to me, Love; breathe on me thy dear breath! Fly from me, Love, to some far hiding-place, If thy one thought of me or hindereth Or hurteth thy sweet soul—then grant me grace To be forgotten, tho' that grace be death!
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